She’s a risk factor,
A bad actor.
She’d say,
“Why you always gotta run your mouth,
About shit no one wants to think about?”
If true,
That’s a bastard.
Cuz I thought I was always eloquent,
And chose topics that were relevant.
Not so,
Says risk factor.
Oh, so why you gotta go and clip my wing,
Keep me outta everything?
Leave me spirit, c’mon leave me now,
Leave me as soon as you will allow.
Tell me what you think I got to lose,
Just please, don’t tell me the truth,
Cuz that’s old news.
She’s a risk factor,
A textbook detractor.
She’d say,
“Why ya always gotta go to bed,
When the conversation is getting interesting?”
If true,
What’s she after?
That can be quite a haul to pull,
Being symptomatically inseparable.
Not so,
Says risk factor.
Oh, so why you gotta go and clip my wing,
And keep me outta everything?
Leave me spirit, c’mon leave me now,
Leave me as soon as you will allow.
Tell me what you think I got to lose,
Just please, don’t tell me the truth,
Cuz that’s old news.
She’s a risk factor,
An unnatural disaster.
She’d say,
“Why you always gotta leave the house,
While I’m sittin’ here on the couch?”
If true,
What does it matter?
I felt I gave all that I could give,
Infected, essentially innocent.
Not so,
Says risk factor.
So, why you gotta go and clip my wing,
And keep me outta everything?
Leave me spirit, c’mon leave me now,
Leave me as soon as you will allow.
I’m unsure which way that I should go,
And I’m toppling like a domino.
Your mixed messages are subliminal,
Intentions clearly criminal.
Your disposition appears despicable,
Laying limber as an imbecile.
So, why you gotta go and clip my wing,
And keep me outta everything?
Leave me spirit, c’mon leave me now,
Leave me as soon as you will allow.
I’m unsure which way that I should go,
And I’m toppling like a domino.
Your mixed messages are subliminal,
Intentions clearly criminal.
Your disposition appears despicable,
Laying limber as an imbecile.
So, why you gotta go and clip my wing,
And keep me outta everything?
Leave me spirit, c’mon leave me now,
Leave me as soon as you will allow.
I’m unsure which way that I should go,
And I’m toppling like a domino.
Your mixed messages are subliminal,
Intentions clearly criminal.
Your disposition appears despicable,
Laying limber as an imbecile.
Adam has been independently releasing his home recordings since 2000, solo and as a member of the bands PAPAL VISIT, The Grubbies, Wooden Wives and The Port City All-Stars.